Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

The Black Curse

Listen, you were elated that the boys were staying at the mansion. Truly, you were. The halls had been quiet for too long and there was more room than anyone knew what to do with.

But early morning wake up calls? You could do without those.

As you rolled around in your (f/c) bed you tried to block out the sound of the kids screeching down the halls. From what you could hear, they were having a dart fight, running up and down the manor without a care in the world. You could hear Mrs. Beakley trying to stop them, but only after an hour of trying to return to sleep did you finally rouse yourself from your bed. Still, it wasn't by choice.

The door to your chamber bashed against the wall with a thwack. You shot bolt upright in bed, your (h/c) hair flying all around you and your (f/c) nightgown clinging to your skin as light flooded the room from the hall.

"House meeting!" You shielded your eyes against the light as the heavy Scottish accent filled the room. "Come on now, no time to waste!"

"What-" You were torn from bed, tripping over your feet as Scrooge led you down the hall. "Scrooge, hold on-"

"No time!"

You nearly fell down the stairs as you made your way to the dining room where the rest of the house had already gathered. You rubbed your eyes as Scrooge pulled out a chair, setting you down as you cleared your head.

"Aunt (Y/n)?" You looked over at Huey. "What-"

"You all wake up too early. Mrs. Beakley, please tell me you have coffee?"

Beakley was at your side in a second, placing a large mug just the way you liked it in front of you. "Way ahead of you, Miss (L/n)."

You thanked her as she walked back towards the end of the table, where she and Scrooge had rolled a blackboard in. Scrooge used his cane as a pointer as he gestured to the two rules written on the board.

"Time for some house rules. Rule one: my space is my space. My study, my sleeping quarters," he paused to point at Donald, "My washroom. Rule two: defer to Mrs. Beakley for all subsequent rules. I'm happy to have ye hear as long as it in no way inconveniences me. Good day!"

You blinked owlishly as your head turned to watch Scrooge leave. "You got me out of bed for-!"

"Oh yes, sorry las," Scrooge looked back to the kids. "Don't go in (Y/n)'s room."

"You burst in ten minutes ago-"

"Good day!"

As Scrooge left, placing you all in the care of Mrs. Beakley, you stared at the blackboard. She had spun it around to reveal the other side, where the entire board was coated in chalk with numbers written all over. How many rules had she written?

"This may be Mr. McDuck's mansion, but it's my house." Beakley stared down Donald. "My house rules. Exhaustive. Comprehensive. Where are you going?"

Beakley's stare down had done nothing. Donald was already out of his chair and heading to one of the many doors around the dining hall.

"I got unmentionable's to wash!" Donald gestured broadly at a disgusting stained bag that made you gag.

Beakly sighed. "Rule fifty-eight. If you need something, ask for permission first."

"Did you hear that boys?" Donald said snarkily as he turned to the kids. "Ask permission."

"Rule twenty-three!" Beakley slapped the board beside a large rule that took up most of the space. "No one is above the rules, Donald. If you had simply asked for assistance, we could've avoided what I'll now be referring to as: The Undergarment Incident."